The doorbell rang. Mom yelled my name from the living room.
"It's okay, Mom. Aaron will get it," I spoke drowsily under the covers.
I didn't hear or feel anything zoom past my room.
He's not here. He's outside the house.
I groaned, slipped the covers off, and walked slowly down the stairs. When I opened the front door, he wasn't there.
Aaron blew on the back of my head.
"Stop!" I jumped, wincing from the contact with his breath. Once I opened my eyes, he was beaming.
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Elle and the Electric
Teen Fiction{ This is the first book in the 'E L L E' series. } Elle is psychic. At least, that's what she thinks she is. She can read her family's minds easily, and on occasion she can predict the future through dreams. Aaron is fast. He knows it. He's been p...
